Chapter 54: Tiger Mound

  On the road, Xia Lin sat in the passenger seat, looking at Song Jian with a melancholy face.

  Song Jian drove the car and ignored Xia Lin.

  "Swindler!" Xialin suddenly blurted out a word.

  Song Jian glanced at Xia Lin with an unclear expression.

  "Damn it!" Xialin cursed again.

  Song Jian was silent.

  "Shameless!" Xia Lin was merciless in her victory.

  Song Jian couldn't remain calm this time, he felt that he had to explain his piano skills to Xia Lin.

  "It's like this, I used to be infatuated with the piano, so I'm still pretty good at it. But even if I knew how to dance and play the piano, I didn't tell you, so there's no need for you to scold me like that." Song Jian said while driving his Ford Focus.

  "Who said that!" Xia Lin rolled her eyes.

  "What's going on?" Song Jian was puzzled, he really didn't have any grudges against Xia Lin.

  "You still don't know? You still haven't realized your mistake? You bastard... you... you stole my Prince Charming away! Waaah, you're a despicable love rival. Luo Hao has fallen in love with you, what am I supposed to do?" Xia Lin shouted, her voice crying but clearly fake.

  Song Jian felt a bit dizzy, and thought of Luo Hao, whose neck hairs stood on end, "Please, don't mention this again, my little aunt."

  Xia Lin hummed, "I don't care, anyway you snatched away my Prince Charming, you have to compensate."

  Song Jian quickly nodded and said: "I will return him to you, I must return him to you."

  "And besides, he's changed his mind, what else? Hmph." Xia Lin had a savage look on her face like a little princess.

  Song Jian drove into the Jinxiu Family Garden and stopped the car in the underground garage. He opened his mouth and said, "So how do you plan to compensate?"

  Xia Lin undid her seatbelt and said: "Why don't you compensate me instead? Uncle, why don't you pursue me?"

  Song Jian's head knocked against the car door with a thud, and he looked at Xia Lin in horror, saying: "Xia Lin, I didn't provoke you, if the boss hears this, I'll definitely be fired."

  Xia Lin pouted, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it. Hmph, next time when we're practicing our skills, if you touch my butt again, I'll tell my cousin."

  Song Jian wiped his sweat, parked the car properly and rushed back into the house.

  Xu Sizheng sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a piece of paper and a pen, calculating something.

  After changing her shoes, Xia Lin ran to Xu Si's side and said: "Sister, what are you scheming again? You say you're not tired, but you have to clean the house, manage the company, and face endless matchmakers. Alas, I'm exhausted just thinking about it for you."

  Xu Si pinched Xia Lin's nose, "Then come and help me after you graduate."

  Xia Lin burst out laughing and said, "No way, that's too much trouble. In the future, I'll just marry a man who is both literary and martial, and let him help you manage the company."

  As she spoke, Xia Lin glanced at Song Jian intentionally or unintentionally.

  Song Jian quickly pulled his head back and slipped into his bedroom, where Xu Sike was sitting on the sofa.

  Xu Si smiled slightly, stood up and walked towards Song Jian's room, knocked on the door, got permission from Song Jian, and then went in.

  Song Jian swept a glance at the paper in Xu Si's hand and said, "What? Boss, is there a financial crisis?"

  Xu Si nodded.

  Song Jiandao said: "I will think of a way as soon as possible for that 10 million."

  Xu Si waved his hand, sighed and said: "This is not urgent for now, the company still has several hundred million yuan in funds that can be used for some preliminary preparations. But I found that even with the addition of 100 million, it will not be possible to complete the listing work smoothly after the new year. This is excluding advertising promotion and other promotional links."

  Song Jian smiled and said: "Isn't there still time? The funds will be available."

  Xu Si nodded and said: "Last month's salary has been transferred to your card, I helped you increase the salary limit by 1,000 yuan, which is considered as your salary for taking care of Xia Lin."

  "Is taking care of Xia Lin worth only this much?" Song Jian sighed, "I think even adding three thousand can't measure the hardships I've endured."

  Xu Si gave Song Jian a glance and turned around to leave.

  Song Jian looked at the back of his unmarried wife, a smile appeared on his face. Although life still had some money problems, it was much more comfortable than when he was in Tai Hospital. At least, there was freedom here that Song Jian wanted.

  Taking a deep breath, Song Jian lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

  The next day, Song Jianxian had nothing to do, so he brought that string of Buddhist beads and headed towards Huqiu.

  Tiger Hill is located in the northwest suburbs of Gusu City, five kilometers from the city center. Legend has it that during the Spring and Autumn period, Wu King Fuchai buried his father Helü here, and three days after the burial, a white tiger appeared on top of the tomb, hence the name Tiger Hill. The mountain is about 36 meters high, with ancient trees reaching the sky, and the scenery is beautiful. The thousand-year-old Tiger Hill Pagoda stands tall on the mountain peak. With its picturesque scenery and rich historical and cultural heritage, it has earned the reputation as "the number one scenic spot in Wu". In his previous life as a royal physician, Song Jian had heard Su Dongpo say: "To visit Gusu City without touring Tiger Hill is a regrettable thing."

  Like other scenic spots in Suzhou, the Tiger Hill is different from those classical gardens. The garden art is man-made, while the Tiger Hill is more like a park with profound historical and artistic connotations.

  Moreover, every autumn and winter, the older generation of Suzhou people will gather here to hold temple fairs.

  Today is New Year's Day, and also the day of the Huqiu Temple Fair.

  Song Jian stopped the car in the parking lot and walked towards Huqiu.

  Today, Tiger Hill surprisingly didn't charge admission fees.

  "It saved me 50 yuan on the ticket," Song Jian smiled.

  At the entrance, an old man in simple clothes was playing a erhu. Although his sleeves were torn, they were clean and tidy. The tune of the erhu was "Reflections of the Moon", which was played by Blind Ah Bing. Hearing this melody in the deep autumn made one feel somewhat melancholy.

  Song Jian walked over and threw the 50 yuan into the old man's black tattered bag in front of him.

  Entering Tiger Hill, pedestrians throng.

  Song Jian wandered all the way, strolling towards the direction of Yunyan Temple.

  The scenery of Huqiu Forest Park in late autumn is not particularly beautiful, but it has a more solemn atmosphere.

  The most famous place in Huqiu, apart from the distant Huqiu Tower, is Jianchi. It is said that King Fuchai's father, Helü, was buried under Jianchi. The reason it is called Jianchi is because there are famous swords such as Yufu and Bianzhu buried with him in the tomb below Jianchi.

  Song Jian just took a few glances and walked away, even if there really was a tomb under the Sword Pool, ordinary people couldn't get in, and if it were easy, the Northern Three Uncles and Tianxia Baohou's grave robbers would have dug it out long ago.

  Further up is a leaning tower, which is the famous Tiger Hill Tower, also known as the Oriental Leaning Tower of Pisa.

  Behind the Tiger Hill Tower is the Yunyan Temple.

  Many people come to Yunyan Temple to burn incense and pray for good fortune, especially on New Year's Day.

  Song Jian followed men and women, old and young, into Yunyan Temple.

  As for worshiping and praying for blessings, Song Jian wasn't very interested. Buddhism had undergone tremendous changes after being transmitted from India to China, so if Buddhism could change with time and space, then it wasn't eternal. To Song Jian, Buddhism was more like a philosophical thought, just like the Taoist thoughts of wuji dadao and tianren heyi, or the Confucian thoughts of renli deyi.

  Since it is a philosophy and a culture, you can learn from it, no need to worship.

  Song Jian walked directly towards the back of the temple.

  Yun Kong Fa Shi is an old Zen master of Yun Yan Temple, with a status even higher than that of the abbot, and he would not deceive the people who come to worship in front of the temple.

  A little monk carried a lunch box and hurried along.

  Song Jian intercepted the monk and asked, "Little Master, can you tell me where Yun Kong Fa Shi lives?"

  The little monk glanced at Song Jian and said: "Master's uncle is not seeing guests today."

  Song Jiandao said: "It's an old friend coming to visit, just inform the local authorities and that will be fine."

  The little monk didn't dare slack off either. He pointed to a row of dormitories on the mountain behind him and said, "Master Shifu's quarters are over there, but don't force it, benefactor."

  Song Jiandao thanked him and walked towards the dormitory on the mountain.

  The backyard of Yunyan Temple is very quiet, those incense guests are all in the front yard worshiping, and few people will come to this secluded place.

  "Huh? How come there are so many people hiding?"

  Song Jian was taken aback for a moment, and on the surface he continued to walk as if nothing was wrong, but in reality he secretly sensed that there were seven or eight people hiding in this backyard. Some of them were hiding behind fake hills, while others were crouching in the grass, seemingly preparing to launch a surprise attack.

  However, from these people, Song Jian did not feel much killing intent, that is to say, these people were not intentionally targeting him.

  Song Jian pretended to be unaware and continued walking along the mountain path towards the back mountain.

  On one side, a stone pavilion stood in the middle of the mountain path. Inside the pavilion sat a man who was only twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing casual clothes and holding a string of prayer beads.

  Song Jian's eyes swept over the young man, secretly astonished in his heart, this man's aura was quite sufficient, not much weaker than Lin Bao.

  "How can there be so many powerful people in Suzhou?" Song Jian was shocked in his heart. Perhaps it was because before he died, he had eaten five Longevity Pills at once, or perhaps it was because Song Jian's soul had undergone the baptism of a thousand years of space-time. In short, Song Jian's intuition was very accurate, and this intuition not only included his sense of death but also his perception of people.

  This young man in front of him, although he looks very ordinary, gives Song Jian a feeling that is extremely strong, much stronger than Han Peng, only slightly weaker than Lin Bao. At least, his current self is not his opponent at all.

  "Does your friend have a Buddhist rosary?" The man suddenly turned to Song Jian and asked.

  Song Jian did not understand what this person meant, he faced the man and pretended to be nonchalant, saying: "Since you're here, of course, you have Buddha in your heart and beads in your hand. Are you also here to ask Master Yun Kong to bless the Buddhist beads?"

  As he spoke, Song Jian took out his own Buddhist rosary.

  The person opposite smiled at Song Jian.

  With a "whoosh", nine people suddenly appeared around him.

  "Halt!"

  "Don't move!"

  "We are police!"

  Those nine people rushed towards Song Jian in the stone pavilion and the young man opposite, all wearing casual clothes, with nothing in their hands, shouting and surrounding them.

  Song Jian was taken aback, instinctively feeling that he had fallen into a trap. He looked at the young man, who had a slightly disdainful smile on his lips.

  "Huh? How is it you?" A gentle woman's voice came over.

  Song Jian turned his head and saw that it was indeed the large-breasted policewoman Li Mengya.

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